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tling through her hair began. Long fingers started gliding through it. The warm breeze blew, slowly drying the moisture in her hair little by little, a shift between hot and cold that dispelled most o...ess, I bit him, right on his arm. To say he wouldn't do this sort of thing is uncertain. I think I'm still attractive, otherwise, there wouldn't be so many men who are interested in me. Perhaps Wu Yo...